The ties that bind
The karmic dilemma
gathered and gleaned over the years --
in the fetal position,
hands and feet,
drifting in and out of clarity
and when out of it --
chasing a sham of freedom everywhere
in this physical, sensual dream-like life.
Every Master worth His salt has pointed out --
even the slightest tug and accommodation
binds you all the more.
And so it comes down to ...
the unfettered tongue, the unobstructed throat.
O lovers, call His name --
the One whose nimble fingers
lovingly unsnarl, unwind.
Call Him to your side -- the One whose mighty sword
the knotted tangles
roots out and slices through.
Call His name! Lure Him with praise and song;
remembrance and repetition;
with your humility and your most
holy lying-down helplessness.
O child of God, the repetition of His name
(He promises) severs the ties that bind.